Marcus flinched at Tyesha suddenly and somewhat violently entering the room he quickly regained his demeanor though and gave of sigh as he responded. "Alright you got me I ran away from pointless fight because I didn't want to risk my or my friend's lives fighting that damned metal abomination. However I also know it was a cowardly thing to do, so I'm sorry and instead of you getting me a drink how about I get you one?"

He gets up to go grab whatever kind of liquid refreshments the gang had stored in their base. He returned a few minutes later near the end of her speech with a glass of what apeared to be weak tea and a couple of bottles of cheap alcohol for himself and set them on the table and took a seat. "I say we handle things democratically from now on all this sole leader business only seems to brew hatred from the powerless. But we do need a figure head I suppose, so why not me?" He said half jokingly as he opened one of the bottles with his claws and took a quick drink.

Nora and Vern had made it back with the others. Nora putting her revolver on her belt as she moved back to the base. "Thanks for not having me killed back there." Nora said to Tyesha and Skyruss. Nora looked to her stump on where her hand used to be and began bandaging it for later surgery. "Vern think you can scrounge up some parts to put together a hand for me?" Nora said looking to Vern before looking back on what happen today.

Handomel was likely dead from the ambush and likely at the side of the Emperor. Nora wondered why she had lived and what made her throw her explosives and survive that cluster fuck of a ambush by Illiad.

Who knows maybe it was a sign from the Emperor that he wanted her to continue on a perform his work in a different way then Handomel or maybe it was that the emperor thought it was time for his works to be complete and passed on to another. Though that raised one more question in her mind of where to go now and how about it now. Looking to the outside of the base she knew one thing, It was definitely with the Black hand and it would likely require more knowledge then she currently knew.

Entering the base again Nora went back to work on patching herself up and Tyesha's and Frasers and Marcus allies if they required it.


-Base meeting

Nora sat in her seat with her own mug of reecaf in front of her she took a small drink while listening to Tyesha, Vern was behind her listening to Tyesha as well making a list of parts he needed to start on Nora's hand that she would half to get. Nora had kept her own mask on but had taken off her rebreather and lifted it up only slightly as she drank.

"I can agree with either being democratic with our leader ship or having Tyesha be our figure head. But have thought of something while sitting here. It maybe good to never have our leader revealed outside of the black hand to be known, In case of anyone going after us like the Cartel they would know then who to go after first." Nora said looking to the others. "It may also be good to disguise ourselves if we begin doing jobs for others to help keep our identities not known by anyone who would do us harm." Nora said "That and I think someone should watch over Illiad possibly Smiley or Marcus." Nora said looking to the others as the meeting went on.

As Illiad's minions carried him in, he was, strangely, chuckling.

"Now I know what you're all thinking: 'Illiad, you fracking idiot! Why would you trust those maniacs!' Ha, well, to lighten the mood of this predicament, I have good news. Those maniacs back there who betrayed us? They're as good as dead already."

"Want me to explain?" Illiad asked, smiling crookedly. Perhaps he was delusional from blood loss, or perhaps he knew something they didn't.

As for Tyesha's suggestion, Illiad wanted more than anything to control these people. To use them as his army to fulfill his ultimate dream: the destruction of all Emperor-worshiping, and the realization of the Warp's truth. But now was not the time. Understandably, no one would trust him. Hell, he didn't trust himself.

He was cunning, but he was impatient, and rash. So, others should lead. Illiad would bide his time, and get a good rep with these people.

His time had not yet come.

"Illiad, hush we don't need to hear anymore about that, what's done is done. Now let Nora take a look at you and for the emperor's sake stop being so cocky. Trust me being so full of yourself will get you nothing but an early grave around here." Marcus said sounding more like a father than a friend but it seemed Illiad needed some kind of authority watching over him and he figured he should be that given they have the same name.

The front door to the base slammed open and a tall, muscular Kroot burst through, turning and firing an elongated rifle through the opening. He let out a satisfying chuckle as a muffled thump was from outside. Two more muffled shots and the Kroot turned to face the inside of the building.

Once things had calmed down a bit, Doug had found himself walking back to the hideout of a gang he had once done some contract works for, but he could see that some things had indeed change, no lookout he remembered, and it looked even from the outside as if it had been under attack.
Though Unflinched he just moved up to the door anyway, he was awfully bored at the moment, and whoever where behind the doors, could properbly use an enforcer of his stature.

Marcus nearly fell from his chair at the sound of their front door being kicked in and the resulting gun shots. His surprise and fear was quickly replaced by anger and contempt for the intruder and who ever was shooting at him. He pushed his chair back and stood up while outing his hat back on and taking another swig from the bottle that was still in his hands. "Arucad!" He yelled as he looked to his uninjured friend who immediately understood and grabbed his weapons and followed. He slowly opened the door into the main hall way of the building that lead to the front door with the bottle still in his hands. He immediately saw a strange mutant at their door way looking back at him so he took another swig from his bottle and flipped it around so he was holding the neck and then reeled back and threw it directly at the thing's face."Out of my house you stupid bastard!" He said as he then unholstered his revolvers and pulled back their hammers with his thumbs he was going to make this quick and violent.

The Kroot cursed at himself, in his haste he had panicked and not noticed the scent of man that was fresh enough to indicate people lived here. The Kroot caught the bottle and tossed it to the side, his bladed rifle coming up again. At this rate someone else would be going after those bodies and he would have to find new prey. Though the man's words induced confusion...bastard? He knew who his mother was!
"If you want I shall leave your nest, but I am taking the three bodies with me."

Marcus's anger flared at this strange mutant he just wasted some good albeit cheap alcohol by throwing it at him. His vision was not blurred and his movements were not sluggish but by the way he speaks it was obvious he had been drinking. "Alright Ill tell you what how about you get the frack out of my house and I'll help you kill whatever was chasin ya but I keep what ever they're wearing but you can have the bodies." He said as the alcohol started to impair his judgement and cloud his mind. He walked over to the intruder and turned to him. "But first." He said as he raised his arm and attempted to deliver a powerful pistol whip aimed at the Strange Mutant's jaw.

"They are already dead, and you did not kill them, they belong to..." The man approached fast and the Kroot stood his ground, attempting to move out of the way of the blow and hit the man with his rifle to get him to back off. The smell of alcohol exuded from this man.